tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91634267703097345122024-03-12T19:56:31.269-07:00Letting go is flying--Trado ut FugaMaggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10093482801570760876noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-58145716589593501292017-12-02T18:32:00.001-08:002017-12-02T18:32:32.220-08:00Never Standby for Less I work, I rest, I listen to the silence. I wait for the new field to emerge. Will there be a catalyst to precipitate in the darkness of potentia? Rainbow in the clouds at dawn. There is hope yet.<br />
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Under the weight of this work I tarry on.<br />
Memories of your promises, scrape like leaves along the pavement past my home.<br />
Memories drying up, disconnected to the sweaty heat of the day's work.<br />
Like a dream that fades in the din of the day.<br />
Djinn, of passion dying in the dark.<br />
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The spark of hope remains<br />
I am changed.Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10093482801570760876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-84829107701272225612017-10-12T12:16:00.003-07:002017-10-12T12:16:27.066-07:00Syncronistic Phoenix<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday we had an assignment in class to create a mask that represented an archetype. I had already done some reflection and research and chosen a phoenix as my archetype. <br />
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Currently in analysis I've found different patterns and themes emerging. I wanted the subject I chose for my mask to honor those themes. I am no longer the vulnerable child, the victim, the martyr, or the wanderer. The phoenix spoke to the gathering of competency, vitality, and the work I'm currently adding to the momentum in my life. <br />
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Last night I attended the first Dream Patterning class from the Assisi Institute that I've attended in over a year. I took more notes had more new thoughts than I have had in a very long time. That's really saying something considering I'm in full-time graduate school right now. I felt ashes alight. I felt fire in the head.<br />
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Today I was pondering my future education and career and came across this bit of poetry on a Jungian website:<br />
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Leaf through discolored manuscripts,<br />
make sure no words<br />
lie thirsting, bleeding<br />
waiting for rescue. No:<br />
old loves half-<br />
articulated, moments forced<br />
out of the stream of perception<br />
to play 'statue',<br />
and never released-<br />
they had no blood to shed.<br />
you must seek<br />
the ashy nest itself<br />
if you hope to find<br />
charred feather, smouldering flightbones,<br />
and a twist of singing flame<br />
rekindling.<br />
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</em><span style="font-size: 10pt;">~ Denise Levertov,<br />
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Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10093482801570760876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-32069197939674266872017-05-17T10:45:00.001-07:002017-05-17T10:45:08.408-07:00Vulnerability, Self disclosure, Narcissim, and ArtI have lots of thoughts lately that I don't feel it is prudent to share to any audience, (even if I'm assuming I have an audience). I am afraid that perusing my ideas as a sort of online processing is by its nature self-indulgent narcissism. The alternate viewpoint retorts that without self-disclosure and vulnerability we cannot find connection or experience this great thing we call humanity. I am afraid that sharing my thoughts will open doors for people to take things personally. I guess that's always a risk, but like the Four Agreements, states, "Don't take anything personally." I suppose that's their problem and not mine.<br />
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When is living authentically, open in vulnerability self-indulgent narcissism and when it it reaching out to connect? Where is the line between narcissism and art? Right now my working answer to this question is if the art speaks to a pattern on the greater, collective archetypal scale rather than personal story telling, then it is art.<br />
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Finally, I have come to a new relationship with my art. It is flowing through me and working with me now better than it ever has previously. Yet, I have an almost finished sculpture right now that is on point and I would like to show, yet I do not think that it has monetary value in the capitalist market. It would be great to spur conversations and reflection, but I don't see it as something that someone would buy for display in their office and home.<br />
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Where is there a place for art in a capitalist society? In his book <u>the Gift</u>, Lewis Hyde illustrates the disparity between how art comes into being through the artists process and the contrast of how a capitalist market works. Elizabeth Gilbert, in <u>Big Magic</u> even suggests that an artist's muse does not owe him or her anything. The art is an ends to a means and does not necessarily translate to monetary success, even if the art is a brilliant opus. Is art even more devalued when we face immanent decisions like defunding the National Endowment for the Arts? I would posit that in societies that were thriving the best, the economies made the arts and funding artists a priority. <br />
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I write for engagement, expression, and conversation. Who would like to interact with me on these topics? Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10093482801570760876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-12877910264816234562017-01-29T07:26:00.000-08:002017-01-29T07:26:00.052-08:00Musings from Sunday morning heartbreak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Love is a phenomenon that has been written about so much over the ages, most songs, plays, and many art pieces try to capture its ephemeral qualities. For me, love is a quest, a mission that I keep seeking. Intuitively I know I have huge lessons here and therefore the possibility of huge boons, yet, it seems to be the one part of my life I can't get right.<br />
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Some of this is that I grew up in a household that was non-traditional in some ways. Yes, I grew up in a family with a mother and a father, 2 kids, a dog and a cat. However, my mother was not a typical woman. She was uber intelligent, strong-willed, and was intensely the head of household. The rest of us lived in her world. My father treated my mother as an equal with respect and admiration. Everyone had privacy and free reign to live their lives as they saw fit. <br />
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This situation is contrary to what I have experienced in heterosexual relationships I've been in. My main lesson here is that love does not imply ownership. How do you get someone to leave you alone in a club? The most effective is to say "I have a boyfriend," It means I'm taken. This language implies that you are owned by a man. Most of the time I have found that when someone says, "I love you," what they are actually saying is, "I want you to need me," or "I want to own and keep you as part of my world." Yet, what is also implied with this language is that the woman is to fit within his world and accommodate him as a kept entity within those confines, but he does not also want to bend, change, and develop in ways that will equally fit within her world. The patriarchal tradition of the woman changing her name is a good example of this idea. <br />
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The problem is I saw my parents as co-creating a life together. Both followed their dreams and desires and worked toward common goals like any joint-venture. They also tried to help each other in those endeavors. Not following my dreams and sacrificing my life goals for the sake of someone else seems like slavery to me. One thing my High Priest really tried to hit home with me is that moving from maiden to mother aspect would imply sacrificing my desires for the good of the group. I made sacrifices that hurt my life purpose and made me miserable. I want someone who thrills in my success and can be boosted from it, not someone who tries to share in their misery at a broken, miserable level. <br />
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It's a slippery slope, giving up things. You have to decide where is too much? One night of not enough sleep? A little too much out of this or that budget? Getting your feelings hurt? Where does it end? <br />
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I'm a person with varying tastes. I enjoy a lot of experiences. I can enjoy things I have in common with someone and therefore am pretty flexible and accommodating. However, when I get to places where I cannot compromise, since I jive well with so many other phenomenon, it is seen as a rejection and a lack of commitment. In a way it is as if part of my world does not fully fit within someone else's. Imagine a Venn diagram here. There are plenty of overlapping areas, yet, my world/personality cannot be subsumed into someone else's. I'm completely okay with maintaining my personality, friends and interests that vary from someone else's. However, that doesn't seem to be acceptable in a heterosexual relationship. <br />
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The goddess Artemis is called the Virgin Huntress. Virgin in this context is not one who has not had sex, but a woman who is not owned by a man. She is beholden to no man. Can I maintain full individuality and person-hood and also experience relationship? Is conjunctio only possible by the losing of one's self-hood to the will of another? Can it be a joint effort like the concerted efforts of a canoe or tandem bicycle rather than a 2 headed monster joined at the hip? <br />
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Lilith wanted joining her way. She wanted to be on top at times. She had desires and she communicated them. Adam couldn't handle this other creature so God made him a new partner that was created from his rib. Eve was made as a small part of Adam rather than as a separate person. In this way I am a child of Lilith. I demand better and refuse to lose my self-hood to be subsumed by a man's world. I say this unapologetically.<br />
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What do I want from romantic love? Someone to chat with over coffee, and hug at night. Someone to share my pondering with on the great mysteries of life. Someone to help each other be healthy and be successful. Someone who sees me and knows me and can say when I'm not myself. I don't want someone to create an "us against the world" attitude with, but I joining of forces and power, life energy---an amalgamation and synthesis that creates a new 3rd force to send out into the world. <br />
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It's time for me to read All About Love by Bell Hooks again. <br />
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<span data-offset-key="ct5c1-0-0"><span data-text="true">With this said, I am concerned that the idea that there is one truth and one form of reality lends itself to people arrogantly assuming they are right and everyone else is wrong. I like that there are people with different foci on reality and the human experience. I like that people live according to different perspectives and values. I enjoy getting to know how they see things and learning from them. Only that way can we learn more of the bigger picture. I think the desire to see the world as valid from other people's perspectives is one of the keys to multiculturalism and embracing diversity. </span></span></div>
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The concept of self care is a big deal right now. We live fast paced lives that instantly give us options to do more and access information instantly. The only way to slow down is through conscious choice to do so. <br />
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Self care is stressed in the graduate program I'm in as well. It makes total sense that mental health care clinicians need to take care of themselves to be able to prime the well and avoid burn out. <br />
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There is something about self care that eludes me though. I have always taken the approach of work first, and play in your free time. The assumption is that free time is free because your work is finished. It seems to me that the concept of self care is that you have to schedule in time to take care of yourself no matter how much work you have. Taken to an extreme, that sounds to me like shirking responsibilities or procrastinating. <br />
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Also, some of the self care events that my student organization hosts for us are not what I would call self care. I recognize that unstructured social time is both fun, and a necessary part of being a balanced, high functioning human being. However, as an introvert, I don't find social interaction a way to recharge. Recharging and doing things for me involve activities that reduce external stimulus and are calming. <br />
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I am not saying I don't do self care. I love cooking and do so when I just need to feel comforted. I schedule significant time for biking and going to the gym. Both of these are fun and good for me and help me let go of school demands for a time. However, they also use up energy and sometimes make me tired and sore. I am good at taking care of me by managing my domestic chores, preventative healthcare, regular haircuts, and eating and sleeping as much as I should. I see all of these tasks as automatic givens though and don't consider these activities self care either. <br />
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So, in my plodding, pondering, obsessive way, I am still contemplating the idea of self care. Is my weekly therapy sessions, gym visits, or weekly long bike rides self care? Bike riding is one of my favorite activities and I've dedicated several hours a week to it for the sake of the hobby. This activity may be the closest I have to pure self care.<br />
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Wednesday and Thursday nights I am usually pretty brain dead since we are in class all Wednesday and Thursday from 9 to 4. I would like to figure out activities that are self care on Wednesday and Thursday nights because I am not able to do homework. I am also not able to read for pleasure as my eyes actually hurt after looking at Power Points for 2 days straight. So I need ideas for things to do that don't require learning anything, reading, looking at glowing screens, are cheap, and can be recharging. TV falls mostly into the glowing screen category. I also don't have a lot of space for more debating or stories. <br />
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So far I've come up with the following:<br />
drinking tea<br />
listening to music and burning incense<br />
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sometimes TV<br />sometimes artwork<br />
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yoga should probably be on this list<br />
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Anybody have other suggestions for relaxing ways to recharge when you're mentally drained but not ready to sleep yet? The here is that I'm trying to not zone out. Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10093482801570760876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-88253436876619263732016-11-02T16:44:00.001-07:002016-11-02T17:03:27.651-07:00Regrets, time, and my damn animus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Where do regrets live? Life is not a dress rehearsal and words can't be taken back. Each day is a lesson, yada, yada. There was a time when I thought I could live my life without regrets. I thought that to act in error was better to never act at all. I feel like I've lived a balance of not taking enough risks and taking too many risks without knowing what I was doing.<br />
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I guess every life is a blind thrashing through stormy waters, alone in the darkness.<br />
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I sacrificed a lot to follow my dreams. I'm seeking creativity as an ideal and hoping to help people in the process. I'm still in the trenches, ready to help those who don't have a voice.<br />
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Yet, I'm going gray. The price of Saturn, Father Time, is hefty. I'll be turning 35 this year. I was 8 months old when my mother turned 35. She won't see her grandchildren if there are any. Maybe I'm getting too old and just have to accept that I won't get to have a career and children. Maybe I made too wayward choices in the love department for that. There's nothing I can do about that at this point. I just have to note that every now and then, a couple times a year, my biological clock cries out in desperation. I think I could be a good mom. Maybe I'll be able to nurture maternalistically in other ways instead. There are many paths to one's life work and legacy.<br />
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I'm still facing fears with eyes open, face on. Still trying to make sense of everything. I know deep inside that I'm more aligned with my life's purpose than ever before. Several times this week I've been weepy with tender vulnerability and trust in this process of development.<br />
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I can't stop listening to this song. <br />
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My animus speaks through songs, a fluttering of emotions, energy, and hormones. Why is it that I still have a complex constellated around a partnership that wouldn't let me down? You would think I would know better and be over it by now. I fear it is this compulsion that has led me into authoritarian, controlling, manipulative pacts with people criticizing me and minimizing me. I don't always want to sing and dance alone. I won't give up on conjunctio. I have faith and hope that agape is possible.<br />
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Ugh, so frustrating. <br />
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Onward.<br />
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<br />Maggihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10093482801570760876noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-70520338497012093692016-08-03T04:07:00.000-07:002016-08-03T04:56:29.759-07:00On a Personal, Omnipotent God<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In December of 2004 the Indian Ocean experienced a traumatic and historic tsunamis caused by an earthquake. This world event struck me really hard. It was compounded that I had been having dreams about drowning in ocean waves for weeks.<br />
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I wondered "why did this have to happen?" I realized the answer was there is no reason and there is no omnipotent force behind the weather. There is nothing to learn from such disasters (unless we are not doing proper disaster planning on personal and governmental levels). <br />
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Then July 5th, 2005 I woke up from nightmares again at about 5 in the morning. This was still photographic images of bobbies and caution tape and people crying. I then went to the spare bedroom to check my email and that exact image was the first image on my Comcast news feed.<br />
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I then started doing a lot of soul searching and dealing with Cassandra Syndrome. What was the purpose of these dreams? Was I supposed to be calling government officials to be warning them? No. That couldn't be why I was having the dreams. I would never get through to the people that needed to hear the message and would be put on some sort of watch list or, most likely, be ignored as crazy. I came to the conclusion, with the help of my teachers, that I was just open and picking up on wavelengths of the world. I decided to make a pact with myself not to have prophetic dreams about anything I can't control. It worked. When Katrina hit that August, my connection to it was through the insurance industry and not through my dreams.<br />
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That still left me with dealing with a world that didn't seem to have any divine oversight. From this my conception of God changed. Until that time, I felt that God was watching over me and had an invested interest in me personally. That was one of the Christian assumptions I had not questioned. After those devastating tragedies, I decided that while there seems to be some sort of mathematical order to the universe and laws both physical and beyond our perceptual capacities, there is not a higher order being that is looking out for us based on our priorities. A God that keeps black holes doing what they do doesn't care about my heartbreak or whether I live or die. I am insignificant.<br />
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This is the similar thinking of when I get ant traps, flea medicine for the cat, or fly traps for the kitchen. When I eat things they die-- plants or animals. We make choices and some of those choices are tragic for others such as the ant, flea, or fly colonies I don't want infesting my home.<br />
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One of my mother's favorite songs, that we played at her funeral was one that I heard her sing solos of several times at church. It's "His Eye is on the Sparrow," and the words go, "his eye is on the sparrow, so I know he watches me."<br />
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I think this is one of the fallacies that made me mad at an unfair, or uncaring God. I am glad I had already crossed this bridge because it seems just as unfair to attend my 93 year old maternal grandmother's funeral and my 68 year old mother's funeral in the same year. Why did a woman who tried to be a health nut, who was strong, and mentally capable get incurable, terminal cancer, discovered at Stage IV? There is no reason for this. It just is. There is no "everything happens for a reason," or lesson to be learned.<br />
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This idea is also freeing. It has freed me from thinking that I must always comply, that I must always try to please people. This kind of thinking is codependent first of all, but also takes away autonomy and personal power. Furthermore, it shift blame away from personal responsibility. If you do what you're told, whether it be from your parents, spouse, or church, you never have to question if it is right. That assumption spreads to not questioning the zeitgeist, or "way of the times" of popular culture. These questions pushed me to a harder, albeit more satisfying way of self-reflection and self-examination. It also gives one greater responsibility to speak out when something is wrong, no matter how unpopular. I came across an idea a couple years ago that while this may not be the path of the greatest, happiness, it is one, for me, of the greatest satisfaction. The adage basically said that you can choose whether you want an interesting life or a happy one. <br />
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Maslow had a lot of thoughts on this. He felt that people who were self-actualizing did not depend solely on laws or cultural values to find a moral compass, but had to listen to their own sense of morality in order to benefit society. Self-actualization isn't easy, but it's an admiral goal to strive for.<br />
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It is these types of ideals that give me meaning, rather than adherence to lines from bible camp songs that allow me to shirk responsibility. "Jesus loves me," (but he'd love me more if I was male and not bi, queer, what-have-you). The implication is that if I am of Jesus's chosen people, then he loves me and I am good. <i>(Let's not even add to this by mentioning that if I am one of Abraham's "sons" then why don't I keep passover? Didn't understand that at all as a 6 year old). </i> I can ask for forgiveness of my sins and it is washed away with communion wine. Yeah, not a world I can live with. I live in a world where nobody is "good" or "bad". There is no we and them. We exist in kindness, love, compassion, limited perspective, errors, and frailty. We strive for ourselves, our families, our ideals. We kill microbes, bugs, food, each other, and ourselves. We lash out and say cruel things. Such things can have lasting consequences. Cause and effect, action (or inaction) and consequences-- that is the world I live in. We are all in this together, whether we can admit that or not.<br />
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I think one of the things that made my journey out of depression really difficult was that no one seemed to understand what had happened or why. The focus seemed to be on my mental disease. This was one thing my ex really pushed, so much so that in our marital therapy, our therapist outright had to tell my ex that I was not ill and did not have a disease.<br />
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I have done a tremendous amount of soul searching, therapy, and research since then. I have a much broader vocabulary for expressing what I felt at the time and where it all came from.<br />
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One of the things that contributed to my decompensation was that I started reaching out to people for help. When I did that, I was put on probation with my husband and everyone I knew and interacted with on a regular basis was told not to contact me. I lost my entire support system and became trapped in what felt like a jail cell with the very person I was trying to get away from.<br />
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Much of what I was feeling in depression was <a href="https://healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/terminal-aloneness-is-different-to-emptiness/">terminal aloneness</a>. In this link, Lilly Hope Lucario describes perfectly the terrible loneliness I had been chronically experiencing then and after.<br />
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Another piece of it was that I felt like I was living in a war zone. I was completely stressed out and couldn't cope. The <a href="http://www.healingfromcomplextraumaandptsd.com/#!ptsd--stress/czuf">three cup theory</a> perfectly illustrates what that felt like. Stress, anxiety, and depression were symptoms. SSRI's masked those symptoms and sedated me. However, the meds were not fixing the problem. In fact, if I hadn't been on medication, I would have left 4 or 5 months before I actually did.<br />
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I did learn in that 5 month period between losing trust and coming close to a nervous breakdown and actually leaving was how to stop enabling. With the help of my therapist, we started setting boundaries, communicating my needs, and extracting myself from behaviors that enabled. The more independence I gained, the more bizarre monitoring behavior looked. The more I asked for positive support, the more heinous and demeaning the criticisms looked. I began to see that as his control over me failed, the lashing out, lies, and disrespect got more characterized.<br />
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Learning not to bail anyone else out, make excuses for their inappropriate behavior, and trying not to make up for someone else's behavior has been in the mix of what I've learned. It's difficult to unlearn bad habits that have seemed normal in all the environments I've lived in. I'm getting better at self-reflection, self regulation and monitoring, and withdrawing from others antisocial behavior. Part of that is about not letting the bad behavior of others reflect on your self worth. That was a biggy for me, but I decided that people don't judge me based on what someone in my world is doing, unless I'm contributing. The other side of that is you shouldn't be associated with someone who regularly acts like an immature, conniving bully.<br />
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So, here I am at 34, learning how to be an adult. I am trying to be more discerning about who I associate with. My best friends are empathetic, understanding, thoughtful, good listeners, compassionate, and open-minded. They are all big-hearted and want to learn how to be more productive, successful, and happy members of society. We are all learning together. I'm going to delve much further into enabling in my future posts. It is insidious and an easy trap to fall into. The hard effort to chose alternative behavior is well worth it though.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-65402593637269706842016-07-28T09:35:00.001-07:002016-07-28T17:01:59.490-07:00Perception Shapes Reality<div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">
Most people don't think about archetypal patterns, symbolism, and the nature of the human condition. That is okay. It doesn't make me better, it makes my interests are more abstract, philosophical, and esoteric. Maybe I'm less pragmatic or detailed because of this. I know I'd make a pretty paltry CPA or basketball player. That doesn't imply better or worse. It's about priorities and focus. </div>
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There are not good and bad people. I am aware of my good qualities, faults, fragility, and errors. Being aware of conflict and opposites within me doesn't not make me undisciplined or undiscerning, it makes me comfortable with paradox and tension. Tension can create strength, stability, and integrity. Isn't that how suspension bridges work?</div>
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It's about perceptions. Different awarenesses are what makes us unique and different. Some people have a great sense of pitch, or spatial arrangement, mechanics, or color, or flavors, or of conversation. That doesn't mean if if someone can't discern the subtle flavors of a wine, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It means they don't have the physiological capacity or cultivated palette. I have really bad allergies and therefore a bad lung capacity. I will never be a professional athlete. I don't have the aptitude. Some people don't have the capacity to do higher math. That doesn't mean that calculus is not real, it is just outside of some peoples' awareness. We need each other for our different perspectives and gifts. Cultural backgrounds, local customs, religious values, and ideas on politeness, all vary and are all valid. That doesn't mean we have to agree, but we should respect where everyone is coming from. </div>
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What do you have to offer? How are you making a contribution? Where do your gifts and interests lie? Where is your perspective unique?</div>
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I'm highly sensitive to speech patterns and tonal inflections. I can often pick up on the underlying, and not overtly expressed emotional motivations of people. Sometimes I'm more aware of what someone is feeling than they are consciously. From this, at times, I respond to unconscious communication, exposing the communicator's unconscious complexes. As I mature and gain experience, I am learning to temper my responses so it doesn't blindside the person I'm interacting with. These situations have also made me hyper-vigilant, which can be exhausting. Such are the boons and challenges of being an empath or highly sensitive person, HSP. </div>
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Here's a physical example illustrating tools for precision and sensitivity. Surgical robotic nanotechnology cannot be used in the same way as a jackhammer, crane or bulldozer. These different types of tools are used for different things and have to be handled differently. They have to be calibrated using different scales. People are the same way, having different foci, gifts, and proclivities.</div>
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Some of how we act, think, and feel is conscious. Much of it is not. A lot of it is automatic programming based on habit, history, upbringing, culture, and personal comfort and awareness. We wouldn't be able to function without unconscious, reflexive filtering in our environment. In fact, the main reason senior citizens have a harder time driving is a decreased ability to filter out distractions and slower cognitive processing. </div>
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We pay attention to what we have been trained to value and ignore that which we don't have a proclivity to focus on. It shapes our reality and our perspectives. Our interests and values create our reality. One of the beauties of being human is our differences in culture, personal histories, values, and gifts. I think we all have the challenge and mandate of learning to be less egocentric and less ethnocentric. (<u>Nonviolent Communication</u> is a book I think everyone should read in school. Likewise, logic should be taught in high school). Active listening, communication and learning styles, valuing differences, supporting each other, and non-violent communication are all tools we can use to find common ground and peacefully coexist. We can all be activists and ambassadors in this way. It's how we can strive for humanity, dignity, compassion, and grace. </div>
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I read the following article on Father's Day. <a href="https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/unseen-and-unheard/201606/dear-fathers-lets-talk-our-sons-about-toxic-masculinity">Dear Fathers: Let's talk to our Sons.</a> I was glad to be spending the day with my not toxic, nor aggressive father. I figured it wasn't the time to share the link since I'm not a father and don't have children so I was making off-topic unnecessary commentary. <br />
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However, I'm still thinking about the article. In fact, it was harder to find again because of all the articles written in the past couple of weeks on how toxic masculinity contributes to mass shootings.<br />
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Maybe I'm not off topic then. It's certainly on the minds of plenty of people.<br />
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I'm white, I grew up in a protestant household, raised by educated parents who were still married to each other. I had a lot of advantages and I'm happy to recognize that. From as early as 5 years old, I started to reject stereotypical gender roles at a time when kids normally narrowly define themselves by their gender. Being a boy just seemed more adventurous, free, and dynamic. Being a girl seemed itchy, prissy, restrictive, boring, and powerless.<br />
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As an adult I became much more willing to accept and embrace female power, confidence, and my sexuality. It was this search that led me to alternative religion. Even in an environment that is seeking to re-balance gender roles and worship Gods and Goddesses, I found that I was questioned. During my initial interview to join a coven, it was mentioned that I had found Paganism through a Goddess Spirituality Group. I was aware, that there are Gods and men in this Tradition. Is that okay? Of course, I said. I love the men in my life. At the time, I found this question confusing as I was functionally heterosexual and was more comfortable around men than women. Later, when I was starting my own coven, I was told by other female leadership that if they granted me permission to start this endeavor, I was not allowed to get pregnant within the first year or two of it's founding. These two examples show how pervasive control of women's power and sexuality really is across the board. <br />
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15 years later my perspective has deepened. I have been told that I'm a man hater because I want to be independent and can take care of myself. Or because I don't enjoy performance femininity. I have had very intelligent men tell me that while I am attractive, fascinating, interesting, and dynamic, they wouldn't want to date me because I might be smarter than they are. My dad thought that particular response was comical. His response? "You snagged the interest of someone who has talents greater than yours in some areas? Score!"<br />
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I have spent countless hours learning communication styles and techniques, body language, listening skills, and mirroring. Yet, at least 3 out of 5 of my major relationships have ended with criticism, bullying, smear campaigning, and sheer cruelty because I am willing to stand up for myself to the face of aggressive and sometimes violent malignant masculinity.<br />
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Why is it that standing up for myself hurts more than cowering and being berated? Some of it may be the culture that tells me I am being a bad woman for claiming my power or holding my boundaries. Some of it is that while I have stood up for myself in such situations, it didn't change the problem or even make a dent in it. The only good I did was that I ended my acceptance of and involvement with said malignant, detrimental, toxic mistreatment.<br />
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My open book honesty is threatening. I am unwilling to shut up and put up or put out for that matter. It's much more difficult to isolate, gaslight, or victim-blame a person who won't shut up. My main goal with my outspokenness is that other people find their voice, see there is another way, and know they are not alone. Nothing is more affirming and gratifying than seeing someone gain confidence in themselves.<br />
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For the past year I've been thinking about the concept of serving Mammon. This a phenomenon that is prevalent throughout Western culture right now. This idea is most available to us from Matthew 6:24. The King James version reads, <br />
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man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love
the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye
cannot serve God and mammon.</blockquote>
The church is losing its congregation every year. What are the people who leave their faith turning to? Mostly, I think they are turning to nothing. They can't deal with the hypocrisy or the politics of the very human church and feel they are better off going it alone, without the <span lang="grc"><i>olitikos</i></span>. This also means many are going through life without the container of context. Tradition, family, the certainty of culture all weaken.<br />
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So many find themselves going through the motions; uninspired, unguided, and without a higher ideal or sense of purpose. You can serve beauty, a cause, your family, God, but standing for nothing means you'll stand for something unconsciously by fiat. Going with the flow or the majority, or whatever is easiest isn't good enough.<br />
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Reaching for status or riches or hedonism is serving Mammon. The glamor of Hollywood, the glitz of Las Vegas, fortune and fame--Mammon. Seeing all forms of earthly pleasures, these will not bring lasting satisfaction but a momentary, illusionary wash of endorphins.<br />
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Every man for himself isn't good enough. We desperately need each other. Each other's support, love, varying perspectives, histories, and values.<br />
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The other side of not standing for something and living a life that has been deeply examined is becoming a slave to your complexes. A couple of months ago I read <i>The Great Divorce</i>, by CS Lewis. It's a fabulous book. Today I'll mention one passage about being possessed by your complexes:<br />
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<span class="db-content">In <i>The Great Divorce</i> MacDonald says of
the peevish woman in Hell: "Ye misunderstand me. The question is whether
she is a grumbler, or only a grumble. If there is a real woman--even
the least trace of one still there inside the grumbling, it can be
brought to life again. If there's one wee spark under all those ashes,
we'll blow it till the whole pile is red and clear. But if there's
nothing but ashes we'll not go on blowing them in our own eyes forever.
They must be swept up."<br />
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"But how can there be a grumble without a grumbler?" the Narrator
(Lewis) asks. MacDonald continues: "The whole difficulty of
understanding Hell is that the thing to be understood is so nearly
Nothing. But ye'll have had experiences ... it begins with a grumbling
mood, and yourself still distinct from it: perhaps criticizing it. And
yourself, in a dark hour, may will that mood, embrace it. Ye can repent
and come out of it again. But there may come a day when you can do that
no longer. Then there will be no 'you' left to criticize the mood, nor
even to enjoy it, but just the grumble itself going on forever like a
machine."<br />
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Is Hell, then just a state of mind that persists after death? Lewis asks
MacDonald: "Then those people are right who say that Heaven and Hell
are only states of mind'?" "Hush," said he (MacDonald) sternly."Do not
blaspheme. Hell is a state of mind--ye never said a truer word. And
every state of mind, left to itself, every shutting up of the creature
within the dungeon of its own mind--is, in the end, Hell. But Heaven is
not a state of mind. Heaven is reality itself. All that is fully real is
Heavenly." </span></blockquote>
--- <span class="db-content">I found the above passage here: http://www.discovery.org/a/507</span><br />
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<span class="db-content">The more we repeat a phrase, a witacism, a tagline, the more we become the grumble. It takes over until it no longer has any meaning. You become the tagline, the phrase. Unthinking, and identifying with the philosophy, you become the grumble and can no longer see enough perspective to see your way out to a new way of thinking. You become the same stories, emotional scars, and grumblings your parents had and their parents before them.</span><br />
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<span class="db-content">This is a prison of the mind. </span><br />
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control others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He thrived on making
others cower in fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He used brutish
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-48576303901146945182016-07-18T09:54:00.000-07:002016-07-18T09:54:02.470-07:00Post MortemSo for the past few weeks I've been doing a post mortem of my recently completed relationship. I was in a really good place in May and had started writing and researching more for my own edification. I decided I was confident enough to start sharing thoughts on my blog again. It seems like, yes, in fact, I had found my voice again and had worthwhile things to say. <br />
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For a year or so after my huge breakthrough from NJ, I didn't have much to say. All my energy had to go into rebuilding a healthy ego after the ego death I had suffered. Later, I had hesitated for many months, concerned that my boyfriend wouldn't take it well. In fact, my blog and online support system was one of the things he was unhappy about. <br />
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I know this much. I will never isolate myself the way I had in NJ. I've been through too much to compromise the healthy practices and healthy boundaries I've set up for myself. <br />
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I've talked about my process as one of recovery. This is not from a place of victimization and blame, but one of growth and learning. It's good to finally have found a really good therapist who is helping me do the forensics necessary to dissect the root causes of unsolved issues in my life. Knowing this, it is not surprising that I am changing and this has caused upset in some of my personal relationships. I am the healthiest I have ever been in my life; mentally, emotionally, and physically. <br />
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I also used to think that finding your life work was a symbolic metaphor for engaging in life and finding satisfaction, meaning, and a sense of purpose. I am currently at a place where I think that I might have a pretty well defined purpose that has been informed by life circumstances throughout my entire life. From what I can see right now, it looks like this:<br />
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<i>To redefine gender roles and the generalized statements about gender and sexuality that negatively impact our society. To empower women and men find new ways of interacting from a place of generative gender identity. To refute classic literature that bases its premise in Victorian sexual and gender theory. To call out malignant gender assumptions that are currently exacerbating patriarchal wounds. </i></blockquote>
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All of this is about finding common ground and new modes of socially acceptable behavior. It is about taking responsibility for yourself and your community. It is about healthy power and empowerment. I'm looking forward to tackling big questions and hopefully doing some worthwhile work to help heal the Western soul. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-8781088087213636892016-07-13T17:15:00.004-07:002016-07-13T17:26:31.560-07:00What is love?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The thing about getting disappointed and let down enough you become pretty self-sufficient. One of the best things my therapist Jeff in NJ taught me was that he had my ex, then my husband, look me in the eyes every morning and say this:<br />
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It tore him up to say that to me. It was freeing for me. It meant that he was recognizing that every day is a choice. It wasn't about need or desperation, it was about choosing to be present and choosing to engage with one another. It wasn't a given. I didn't have to be there.<br />
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I read an article about a month ago that said most of the time being in love is really about wanting to be needed by someone. Yet, I don't <b><i>need</i></b> anyone. Giving up everyone and everything for the sake of my sanity and my self-respect and self worth taught me that. I can survive anything. It means I'm not dependent and therefore am less likely to engage in codependent or desperate behavior. It's freeing and empowering.<br />
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However, most people don't live in the that state of mind. They need to be needed and not to be needed is painful. How do they fit in? How can they be valued?<br />
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What is love from this free space? For me, its truly seeing another person. It's wanting their happiness to be true to themselves even if it isn't what you want. Love is saying I care about someone and I'll be there for them, through the hard shit. It's not a game. It's about loyalty and truth. It's about treating someone the best you can. Building them up, being supportive, and helping them fulfill their dreams. It's about helping them see themselves when they are weak and down and blind.<br />
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Agape combined with Philia and Eros. Agape. <br />
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I have 4 or so friends that I've had in my life for over 15 to 20 years. What I love about them the most is we give each other the benefit of the doubt. If we don't understand each other, we ask for clarification. They know that I'm going to be upfront and truthful and I expect the same from them. I've walked away with a heart full of tough love, and they've respected me more for that when we came back together. It's a level of integrity that is so rare and precious. We can look into the abyss together and face the terrifying darkness together. We can laugh at our downfalls, and cheer at each others pinnacle moments. Those are the people that will be patient and reassuring when I ask the same doubt the 10th time, and they know I'll be the compassionate voice of reason when they are hurting in the dark.<br />
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Yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of my mother's death. I trudged through, cried a lot, and got up this morning ready to face the day again. Despite all my misunderstandings with her, I know the work I'm going to do ahead will make her proud. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-66116475865311163302016-07-10T05:47:00.002-07:002016-07-10T06:04:26.811-07:00When the dank chill of fog dissipates, dawn will shed the light of a new day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So its been a little over 3 weeks since in the wake of the attack at Pulse and the throws of Mars retrograde in Scorpio, that my love life annihilated itself. Considering that Pulse was a venue at which we were regulars and it was less than a mile from my house, the community dealt with living in a trauma field for a while. Most of that has ebbed at this point. Trauma fields activate personal traumas so it is not surprising that the combination of local trauma and astrology caused perturbations in my most intimate personal relationships too.<br />
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Yet, what bothers me most is that once that train got going, I couldn't stop it. I just stood there on the side of the tracks and watched, anticipating in horror the inevitable destruction. I also had the awareness of scales falling off my eyes. I became disillusioned with the shared vision and could no longer deny the hard truth that my therapist and I had been monitoring for months. I recognized both the unhealthy pattern and the escalation of its manifestations. Furthermore it was confirmed very clearly in my dreams.<br />
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It's funny. You listen to psyche and try to adhere to its mandates, but then doing so causes systemic suffering and grief. Going "cold-turkey," no contact in order to fully break the connection, frankly, has sucked. (Yay therapy!) My desire to reach out has been like an addict in withdrawal. I suppose that is the perturbation of the complex that is causing the discomfort, not the psyche itself.<br />
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A friend posted something this morning that really struck me. (I'm not naming her out of privacy, but if she wants, I'll give credit).<br />
<i>i wanted more, i needed less<br /> i wanted more<br /> i needed less</i><br />
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Such is the dance of desiring connection with people who are emotionally unavailable to bond in the way I desire most. I can't give up hope that I will learn better. I must learn a better way.<br />
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I went to a concert soon after and listened to a song about chasing your dreams. I realized that was me. That was the story arc moving me toward the future and keeping hope in my heart. That is the big difference this time with my last heartbreak. I have something bigger than myself that is worth living for. That is what keeps me from despair and utter regret.<br />
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So now, I am in limbo, waiting, counting the days. I am taking it a day at a time, like an alcoholic on the wagon. Choose good foods. Go to bed at the right time. Work hard. Workout hard. Don't think too much. Don't cry too much. Keep up a good face. Just keep swimming. You've survived worse. This too will pass.<br />
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This is grueling and uncomfortable. Either I work through it and move on, or I sink back down into the dark place. I don't need to go back there. I know what waits on the darkside and it's not worthwhile, nor generative.<br />
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When the dank chill of fog dissipates, dawn will shed the light of a new day.<br />
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My life has been a journey of recovery in the past couple of years.
Like sobriety, choosing to live, and live well has been a conscious
effort. Instead of whining about what isn't right, I get out of bed and
do what I need to do; work, take care of myself, try to keep my heart
open. Weight loss, exercise, eating right, therapy, and actively
working to keep a focused, positive mind has not been easy. It is a
choice.<br />
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Every day you choose what you are going to do, where
you work, who you are with. Make peace with it or make a change. Do
what you have to to love yourself and create the life you want to live.
No one will do it for you.<br />
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I've hated my career most days
since I started insurance in 2004. In 2013 I started pushing for
something different. in 7 weeks, I'll be going back to school to become
an art therapist. <br />
Do what you have to do. Take responsibility for yourself, your choices, your happiness. No one else will.<br />
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I have bad days. Some days I drink too much, eat crap, am lazy, feel
sorry for myself, cry too much, or just have to deal with mental garbage
all day. What counts is the overall trajectory. Where are you headed?<br />
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The course I set has kept me from loosing my orientation. It
kept hopelessness and worthlessness, henchmen of depression at bay. My
compass points due north.<br />
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Faith and hope. Onward.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-9165487700024193822016-06-07T17:55:00.002-07:002016-06-07T17:57:18.603-07:00Life Writing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My second year of college I had to take English 102 for a second time. This was not because I did poorly the first time; it was the contrary; I had done well. It was due to a transfer glitch where my credits did not correspond with the curriculum in a compatible way. It turns out I should have been put in honors English but had not been (due to the transfer). There were 2 good outcomes from this unfortunate bit of bureaucracy. One, it turned out the professor teaching my section was the department chair and was a good teacher and a nice person. Two, I wrote an essay that supposed what I wanted out of life. I have never forgotten that essay, even though I no longer have a copy of it. I wished to own a cottage with a walled garden. I wished for a studio and a library. I wished for steady work and security. I wanted a canoe or a kayak, a dog, and a good bike. I wanted a nice kitchen to cook good food and enjoy good wine, leisurely, in my garden each evening.<br />
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What do I want now? Health, companionship, good food and drink, a peaceful sanctuary to call my own. Not much has changed. I am no longer naive. I want to do good work that matters. I want to make my mark on the world and do my part to make the world a little better. I want good food, good wine, flowers, and a big ole oak tree. I want leisure time to paint, garden, bike, and read. I still want to share sunsets and wine, good food, and dreams, and my bed every night with someone I can call my own, my kin.<br />
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I am living my life at the pace that is possible and the speed that is comfortable. I am reaching for the space that is uncomfortable, as Seth Godin would put it. Hopefully, I'll be able to set down roots and drink deep waters. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-84652217946433589302016-05-30T16:01:00.001-07:002016-05-30T16:01:11.317-07:00 Who's to say?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"I will see you again but it will only be in dreams," said Alice. </i><br />
<i>"What's real and what isn't. Who's to say?" replied the Hatter knowingly.</i></blockquote>
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Last night I dreamt that my mother visited me. She apologized for wearing her pajamas. She said it was hard to find her clothes to make the journey across. She did have her hair though so she didn't look too bad off to me. <br />
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She gave me a long hug and we both got a little misty around the eyes. Then with her hands grasping my arms, she said, "You have a good life." <br />
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I thought this morning, "eh, it was just a dream."<br />
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Until I saw Alice Through the Looking Glass.<br />
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Who's to say?<br />
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indeed. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-77491461384738532832016-05-29T15:30:00.001-07:002016-05-29T15:30:27.413-07:00Waiting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had a dream last week I was living in a storage container. It was a really sad dream, but understandable since I have moved 15 times in my adult life (16 years) and am planning another move in 2 and a half months. <br />
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I feel like I'm in limbo, just waiting for the next stage of my life to start up. At least I know what direction I'm going in and there is a plan now. <br />
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I used to be so sure of myself. I wrote articles and poetry will some success. Now, I feel like I've lost both my audience and my voice. I don't know what I have to say. I don't know what I believe in and what I'm supposed to be doing with it. I am afraid of scorn as my only reception to my work. I also wonder if blogging is hubris if it is personal in nature. Yet, I find that the books that touch me the deepest are deeply personal in nature.<br />
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Once I get through all this transition, I have a memoir to write. I don't know when that will be. I know it has to be when I can write without a self-righteously angry tone anymore. <br />
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Am I no longer willing to take risk for the sake of my art? How should I be spending my energy this summer? How do I feel inspired when I am a participant, not just an observer? What role does the divine play in my life? <br />
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And finally, a quote I came across today, "Grief has no face." - Cheryl Strayed. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-1733848372978108412015-10-23T15:31:00.001-07:002015-10-23T15:31:12.384-07:00Shining light on the Dark<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was minding my own business today and suddenly it occurred to me. I have an addictive personality. I don't exhibit classic behaviors of a substance abuser. My addictive traits are much more subtle. I engage in sensation and thrill seeking behavior. I get bored easily so I have to amp up the stakes for myself. Everything I do, I want to do as obsessively and as fast and hard as possible. I always called that over-achiever. <br />
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I have always been attractive to Type A, super-intense men (romantically, career-wise, and socially). I can ride their enthusiasm and push my limits that way. That's thrill seeking. I have allowed them to enable risky behaviors that I otherwise would be too cowardly to engage in. <br />
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I have always been geared toward indulgent eating. I drink alcohol and caffeine daily. Sex, exercise, ritual, BDSM, "adventures", anything to get a shot of adrenaline, oxytocin, or dopamine. <br />
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On March 19th 2013 I did hit rock bottom. <br />
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I dug myself out of the crappy hole I a dug myself into. I put down a lot of boundaries and promised myself to learn a new way and not get myself in such a pickle again. <br />
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I keep learning. Life is much better and I am still learning. <br />
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I choose a path of moderation. I can get probably more well-being from exercise than I can from coffee, sugar, and alcohol. Time to clean up my mess. This is the path to stability, weight-loss, mental health, and balance. <br />
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It's finally time to quit giving in to restlessness and temptation. The only way I can reach my dreams is through focus and discipline. There's a new way to guide the future with productive intensity. <br />
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Now, its time to make plans and shoot for the stars. <br />
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So tonight I attended the first tele-seminar for the Beginning Dream Analysis course with the Assisi Institute. After being tired for weeks and dragging myself through my job and the burden of life's challenges, I feel alive and excited! I am finally lapping back around to the core of what I really want to be doing.<br />
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As I was listening, to Dr. Conforti speak, I was looking around at the art pieces I have decorating my bedroom. Most of the images are of the the maternal feminine and the archetype of the priestess. Some of the images are about union of male and female, sacred female sexuality, and the stages of a woman's life. Several of the images are nude, a peculiarity that is often pointed out to me by uncomfortable observers visiting my home. During 2013, I mourned these images, as I felt out of water, that I had left the mantle of priestess behind. Tonight, however, I realized that I couldn't put these images away because I have, and still am living the story of the Persephone myth. My raven tattoos and collections of ravens, augury, mirrors, trance work, priestessing, and leading ritual, all of these things are aspects of Persephone.<br />
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I have had a deep connection with the spirits of the dead and otherworldly things my whole life. I was obsessed with Halloween as a kid. Edgar Allen Poe was my favorite poet. Lewis Carroll, my favorite author. I have often drawn mirrors, spirals, dreaming of falling, all these things aspects of the underworld journey. My personal astrology and transits scream Persephone. My personal relationships too- my father was a strong benefic, like Jupiter or Zeus. My romantic relationships were controlling possessions and involved violence, rape, and coercion. Now, I have gone back into the sun, knowing I will forever be returning to the delve into the depth of the ancestors, the dead, the dying, and the grieving. I will forever be fascinating in the plumbing the depths, falling through the rabbit hole.<br />
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Based on my life, my age, my experiences, I may always wind up being whole unto myself as well. I may not wind up with a traditional long term relationship or children. I may fulfill the mother archetype by creating the therapeutic container and being the generative mother in that way. The work of therapist, guide, and mentor is important, worthwhile work as well. Once Persephone becomes queen, she has power of her own. She is no longer defined by her relationship to her powerful mother Demeter. She is no longer the abducted kore, captured by the dark Lord of the Underworld either. She is a Goddess and queen in her own right.<br />
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I too, no longer have the earthly presence of my mother as support and guide. I guided her over the River Styx, much as she guided me into this world and into adulthood.<br />
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On my own I make the next descent. I am ready and willing and attend to this work by my own volition and by my own power.<br />
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Blessings on the path ahead.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163426770309734512.post-59657067618353737182015-10-11T19:16:00.001-07:002015-10-11T19:16:52.057-07:00So much energy, so little focusAnd now for something completely different...and serious...<br />
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Some people know my history of working low magick. Some on this list don't. I dabbled a bit the first couple of years with detrimental results. At the ages of 17 through 20+ I didn't know what I wanted and sabotaged myself a lot with my magick. In the words of Ego Likeness, I got just what I needed the most just when I wanted it least. <br /><br />So I took a break from low magick and focused on high magick ritual. I realized in 2008 or 2009 that this was a cop out and boned up on low magick and spell craft. I tried a lot of things that didn't work and I got great results when I was both really clear on what I wanted and harnessed energies I fully had embodied in my understanding. I do very well with planetary magick. I do well will green magick and devotional work with Gods with whom I have established relationships. The stuff that didn't work I either didn't empower properly or was giving the wheel to the men in my life so that I was only in a supportive role. <br /><br />In 2013 I went down a path that led to the completion of my 3rd degree work and coincidentally, to the destruction of my life as I knew it as well as my personality, spiritual compass, health --everything. I spent the next two years doing self work, rebuilding my mundane life, and caring for my mother who was diagnosed with incurable cancer in 2014 and passed in July of 2015. <br /><br />Get this though, without the destruction of everything I would not have worked through some major emotional and mental hangups I had to growth. I would not have gotten out of horrible relationships. I would have lost my sanity permanently. I am physically and mentally healthier than I have ever been. I have had valuable time with my parents I wouldn't have gotten otherwise. I am completely debt free and have 6 months of my expenses saved up in an emergency fund. I am saving for retirement. I did wonderfully on the GRE's and am in the process of applying to school to pursue the career I've dreamt about since before I graduated from undergrad in 2003! Life force moves in my life and things have fallen into place in incredible ways. Mostly I have not done "spell craft" per say to get these things. However, I have used sigils, astrology, influence, NLP, harnessed desire, petitions, and a lot of planning and visualizing to make a lot of this happen. It's been crazy amazing how well things have gone for me in the past 2 years.<br /><br />Now the universe is throwing a lot of abundance at me with a ton of options. I know in general what I want but I am concerned what I want isn't singular enough for me to successfully focus on through spell work. In the mundane world, I am applying to 4 schools and will be applying for assistantships and scholarships. I am pretty sure I will be able to be accepted by several of these schools. I cannot afford my top choice without a full scholarship or assistantship. I can afford two of the other choices without financial assistance. Yet, the easiest choice I have a pretty good chance for an assistantship. <br />
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I don't know what I want! A lot of the options look good! I want to trust that what will be best will work out, yet I also want to make sure I get some money for it. <br />
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I'm getting excited and nervous and antsy. I need to be using this amped up energy to make shit happen! Yet here I am wondering how to focus on it. <br />
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This much I do know:<br />
I want to be an art therapist and then go for a PhD in Jungian psychology. I want to work with a hospital and/or hospice to work with 4th stage oncology patients and end stage cancer patients. <br />
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George Washington University, Alexandria VA<br />
Florida State University, Tallahassee FL<br />
Ursuline College, Pepper Pike OH<br />
Saint Mary of-the-Woods, an online program based outside of Indianapolis, IN<br />
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GW is my top choice. They have the best program in the country and I have a support system there, and I'd be close to where I grew up which is cool too culturally. I cannot afford this program without a full ride. It is insanely expensive. I will not mortgage (read death-grip) my mind. They do have a 3 year option so I could spread it out and work more than I could in a 2 year program. I visited them a couple of weeks ago and was very impressed with their facilities, students, and staff.<br />
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FSU has a great program and I could stay closer to my family and its in state. Its the most affordable option. I also have met the chair and think I have a good chance of getting assistance. If I don't, I can afford this option if I have to, though I'd have to work quite a bit to make that work while I'm in school. <br />
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Ursuline is a small women's college and I enjoy the small communal atmosphere of small schools. Its a bit too expensive to pay for on my own, but I will see what I can do as far as scholarships go. They also have classes scheduled in evenings and weekends so it would make it a lot easier to work almost full-time while I was there. The have rolling enrollment too so I could start there sooner than at GW or FSU. Downside, lake effect and a new place I've never lived before. I'd also be far away from my family. Looks like I might have magickal friends waiting for me there as well. very tempting...<br />
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Saint Marys is online so I could keep my job and stay near my Dad. We could continue to share living expenses and I don't have to move again. The program is extended so I could more easily pay for this option out of pocket without dipping into my savings. I am concerned that the internships and clinical as well as dissertation experience is lacking in this school. I would wind up with the licensure and technical skills I need to practice, but I am afraid that it would not prepare me for a competitive PhD program. <br />
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I'm doing all the mundane stuff I need to in order to actualize my dreams. Now I need to figure out what magickal actions to take to give it a better push.<br />
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